Popular

I may be popular,
i may be cute,
but guess what you don't no me,
so please don't give me the boot!

i no that the guys love me for how i look,
i really cant help that,
they don't take me seriously,
i may as well be a door mat.

because i am just a trophy,
like a Barbie doll,
prettiness is all that counts to them,
the girls just think I'm a mole.

i have no real friendship group,
the girls all hate me,
even my baby sister,
if you look close you'll see.

being popular doesn't mean your perfect,
most of the time we're not.
just look at me for instance,
i think of ending it alot!

please comment n vote (this is not a true story)